Nigguh cut it out, everyone here hates you
Your parents even hesitated before they decided to make you
I just screwed the birch that just screwed you
Outta all your cash, nothing you can do
Your flow washed up you the washed up crew
Guns in the jeep as we pullin up to you
We about to do a sweep as we yellin' out nigguh **** you
And yo future looks bleak cuz we bangin' without truce
Suicide attack someone go and get the noose
As I hear the beat drop I'm about to go loose
Smoke blow out the window, call it summer haze
Starin' down the barrel bet that you seen better days
Tell me what more can I say, I can kill it all day
Blood on the carpet, death in the beat
Hustle like I need it, flow is ice cold
And I'd tell you that I killed it
But we already know
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Rap Battle Lyrics (Freestyle Only)
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Starting
Mehnat kr k kabil bn k dikhaunga
Kabil hu tujhe pakke dikhaunga
auro k gaata tha ab apne likhunga
puri duniya mein apna stardom failaunga
jinhe lgta tha kuch nhi hu
ab unko kas k lagaunga
Hollywood , Bollywood pr raj kr k dikhaunga
Utha hu mein mitti se
Pr ab dekho me chadne lga hu
Dheere dheere upper bhi chadne lga hu
Unki aakhon me khatakne lga hu
Aur apni manzil ko bas paane lga hu
Logo k dil mein aane lga hu
Suruwat kri h abhi to tere bhai ne
Thode din ruk ja jamne de per is line
Fir dekhio apna bhi mukaam hoga
Magazine k front page pr mera he naam hoga
Likha h khud ne churaya nhi
Gira hu to kisi ne uthaya nhi
Nikla hu me kuch ban ne k liye
Haar k wapis mujhe jaana nhi
Duniya par ab mujhe raj krna h
Jalne waolon ko or ab jalana h
Jo chod k gye unhe waapis laana h
Duniya ko ab apna talent dikhna h
Bus ab to star ban k he dikhana h -
Originally Posted by Brandon Carmona
okay okay
Dimin yet n*gga got no shinin
i know i be off
but it the perfect timin
but n*igga all you got is sh*t
no rhymin
so sublime
bring it back
cuz it my time
the time is now
hit you so hard call me
boom boom pow
i jack yo sh*t
best for you to quit
cuz even tho you try
you can't spit
throw a fit
but all you do is crack and split
imma one two hit
all you is is a n*gga
so do your best mother f*ckin crit
all i do is take your throat and slit
cut you open like a peach
tear you out like a pit
only thing you be killin
is that netflix where you been chillin
there aint no blood on the carpet
unless you talking about yours
and that hustle you need
sayin flow is ice cold
mine -40 degrees without the windchill
but if you want i can flip the bill
because you hustle like you broke
but n*gga all you do is choke
hustle products 2+3-4
equalling me
Dakinng
now like used farm equipment
n*gga i set you free -
Dakinng bro you whack asf
I see you out there acting up
I remember you dissed me once with a 16
I dropped 36 you couldnt back it up
And im still like who the fvck are you though
You cant even spell right and you gon come at dude throat
Got me on my rude flow skinny in my school clothes
Class is back in session imma show you how to do it bro
My music dope, helmet on stupid flow, velvet robe swooping hoes, i do it bro
Can we say damn it
Why you want work if you cant manage
Fire guns first shooting everything standin
You cant win, so why you even trying
We should call you louie the 13th cause tonight dakinng is dying -
You fake battle wrappers are trash,
What a Bunch of illiterate pieces of a ss
Y’all can’t even write anything amazing,
Go to grammar school ,with extra hazing
Brandon Carmona, sound like ms carmen
Go back to the kitchen, or back to farming
U aint a battle rapper dawg,
U annoying as a croaking frog,
U probably look like a toad,
Ur poppa shudve kept in his load,
Akki aint even in the right nation,
Hes a foreign tourist on vacation,
No one understands wht u just wrote,
Go back to ur country and suck off a goat
Ur like an indian who had a stroke,
Sound like a terrorist high on coke,
U live in a mud hut, and ur broke,
U sound like a retarded nazi,
U cudnt even finish a game of yahtzee,
In ur own language ,
Ur parents deal wit anguish,
“Dakinng” of nothing sounds dumb too,
You probably one of lil wayne’s crew,
cant even read a book,like jacob two two,
U wrote ur lyrics like 2nd graders
And u wonder why u have alotta haters,
Stop tryin to act all “thug life”
U aint hard, id fck ur wife,
make ur eat my cum off of her wit a knife,
U aint a real n*gga, u a cuckasian,
Stop stressing, go on vacation,
Let a real man take care of ur house,
Im giving ur girl 12 inches in her blouse,
She be squealing like mickey mouse,
Jun Dont even get me started on you
already castrated this tiny dicked jew,
U picked a gay kpop name u dyslexic,
U probably a 60 pound anorexic,
U rap while eating puppies and kittens,
I already killed you in other writtens,
Change ur name or else it’s the same:
I’ll roast u like ur live animal Game,
U a closet g ook f aggot with no beef,
You got slant eyes like uve hit the reef,
You-ah talka like this, no engrish puhlease,
superior black and whites put u on ur knees,
Ur d ick aint big enough to pleasure ur chick,
Ur pecker is small, like a tick
bow down to ur supreme leader, c hink,
I aint kim jun un, there is no link,
Callin urself jun for junie, im frowning,
Ur a piece of white trash, junie browning
U got no moves, u aint groovy,
U a fat mexican, juni, spy kids movie
So thug life, knocked up ur own daughter,
The only guns u have are full of water,
Everyone stay off this forum ,
All y’all lyrics are full of boredom.
U f ags are just as bad wit girls in bed,
Y’all a better off wit a bullet in the head